Chapter 208

Unable to dissuade her, the village chief could only continue to inquire with Hanuman and also consult Kama.

The latter's answer to the village chief was more concise and clear.

After all, she had personally witnessed Hebe giving away the Lingzhuzi.

Three years passed after that.

Fortunately, Hanuman set a good example, and the village chief was highly respected.

In addition, during these three years, the village chief's wife went to work in the fields as if nothing had happened, without attracting any criticism. On the contrary, she attracted envious glances from many women.

It was shortly after sunrise, and the morning planting had ended, with each household preparing to pack up and go home.

The village chief walked over carrying a hoe and reached out to pull his wife up.

Although he knew that his current wife was far superior to him in both strength and speed.

Aside from the fact that he couldn't refuse his wife and had to let her work in the fields, the village chief has taken care of his wife as carefully as he would a pregnant woman for the past three years.

However, this time, the village chief keenly sensed something was amiss.

The strength in his wife's arm was gradually fading, and her face was turning pale under his gaze. What was frightening was that his wife herself was unaware of all of this!

"Wait a minute, you wait a moment." The village chief forced a pale smile.

He immediately ran to Hanuman and said in an urgent tone, "Quick, Hanuman, go to the village and call the midwife over!"

Hanuman immediately understood the village chief's meaning; his eyes widened, and he ran as fast as he could.

Almost instantly, they returned to the village and brought the midwife to the fields.

At this moment, not only the village chief but also Hanuman could see how unpleasant his sister-in-law's face was, yet she seemed completely oblivious, still smiling and chatting with the village chief.

"Village chief, the person has arrived!" Hanuman shouted.

"Oh!" the village chief replied, then whispered to his wife, "You should give birth now..."

"Oh!"

It was as if I had just woken up from a dream, or as if thunder had ripped through the clouds.

One second his wife was all smiles and laughter, the next she was covered in beads of sweat, her face pale as she leaned back.

The village chief, Hanuman, and the midwives hurriedly lifted the pregnant woman into the relatively flat ditch.

"Push! Push! Take a deep breath!"

Compared to the long pregnancy that can last up to three years, the delivery time is extremely short, only five or six minutes.

However, the midwife and everyone else remained silent.

The reason was that the village chief's wife did not give birth to a normal child, but rather a round ball of flesh.

Is this some kind of monster, or...?

Just as fear and unease began to rise in everyone's hearts, the fleshy ball started spinning rapidly.

As it rotates, the surface of the fleshy ball peels off petal by petal, like a lotus flower in full bloom.

Sitting gracefully in the heart of the lotus was a child, exquisitely beautiful.

The lotus flower silently disappeared into the ground, and the child sat on the ground and began to wail loudly.

"It's a girl, it's a girl!" The village chief clapped his hands with a smile. "She must be a treasure sent to me by Azure Sky and earth."

"Yes, yes." The onlookers all burst out laughing.

The appearance of such a sacred sign means that the child could not possibly be a monster.

If it's not a monster, then it can only be a deity!

The village chief bent down, picked up the child, and presented him to his wife.

"Look, what a beautiful child she is!" The village chief wept with joy. "You have suffered these past three years! It is up to you to name her."

"I gave birth to this child amidst fields and ditches." The woman looked at her own daughter with affection. "Let her name be 'Sita.'"

Sita means "plough furrow".

It wasn't a particularly elegant name, but to the village chief at that moment, it sounded more beautiful than any sweet words in the world.

"Good, Sita, from now on her name will be Sita!" The village chief laughed heartily. "How about that! I have a child!"

Congratulations!

Upon hearing the news, the villagers rushed over, standing by the fields and roadsides, waving their arms and clapping at the village chief.

The entire village was immediately immersed in a joyful atmosphere, as everyone celebrated the birth of a new life.

Hanuman looked at little Sita, who was being held in the village chief's arms, and made a face.

Little Sita didn't cry or make a fuss; instead, she stuck out her tongue at him, seemingly unafraid of him at all.

Hanuman chuckled.

At that moment, he suddenly understood why his mother had gone to such lengths to raise him.

Now he finally understands the meaning of parental love.

Suddenly, Hebe's calm voice rang in Hanuman's ears:

"Hanuman, your mission is accomplished; you may return to the mountain now."

278 Wind Spirit Moon Shadow!

Today, when Hanuman sees that majestic Golden Armored Divine General, although he is still amazed by his noble and majestic presence, he no longer feels genuine fear.

He was convinced that he was on the right track.

"Your merits and deeds have been perfected. The Patriarch has sent me here to bring you back to the mountain."

The Golden Armored Divine General opened his palm. "Please."

"Thank you, Divine General." Hanuman clasped his hands together and stepped onto the palm of the Golden Armored Divine General.

Accompanied by a wisp of yellow smoke, he once again crossed the boundary between reality and dreams, arriving at Fangcun Mountain and before the Bodhi Tree.

Years have passed, and the immortal under the Bodhi Tree remains the same as before.

"Grandmaster!"

Hanuman took a few quick steps, first kneeling on one knee, then kneeling on both knees together, and then prostrating himself on the ground with his hands on the ground.

"Monkey, get up." Hebe smiled. "You've been through a lot in this mortal world now, and I have a question for you."

Hanuman looked up in surprise. "Master, please ask."

"Monkey, you have seen the cities and states of the Kshatriya, you have visited those tribes that live by fishing and hunting, and you have heard the 'Dharma' spoken of by the Brahmin sages..."

The clouds churned, obscuring Hebe's face.

Only those deep green, enigmatic eyes remained, gazing at Hanuman like the sun and moon hanging high in the sky.

"Now I'll have you work in the village outside the mountains for several years, so you can see all the local customs and traditions."

"Tell me, which side is more likely to last?"

Hanuman paused for a moment. "Is there a master-like figure in the village?"

"No," Hebe replied. "I will not intervene unless the village outside the mountains suffers an irresistible Catastrophe."

"But there are still a few heroes like you."

"That's probably... very difficult," Hanuman said in a low voice.

Hebe nodded slightly; she had expected this answer.

There are no universally applicable rules in the world; adapting to local conditions is the right way.

Hebe did not care about the Dharma preached by the immortals.

Ultimately, it's because she has her own set of rules and methods, which have subtly influenced the villages outside the mountains and permeated the villagers' very being.

The path I have walked is the true path.

The problem is that in this world, those who have attained higher status can truly possess Superhuman Strength.

Later generations also imposed some Skyflint's Excommunication.

Within this Lostbelt, the extent to which demigods can achieve their goals is left unchecked.

Hebe had already witnessed the incredible archery skills of the Immortal Jiyu through the perspectives of his friends.

The archery skills of the Immortal Jiyu might not even be able to touch the hem of Arjuna's robe.

Therefore, no matter how corrupt the Kshatriya city-states were, no matter how filthy the Brahmin temples were, no matter how decadent their lives were...

As long as heroes like Arjuna exist, their rule can continue for hundreds or thousands of years.

Let you revolt and rebel as you please; I only need one precise volley of arrows covering the earth to slaughter more than 90% of the slaves.

After that, the Brahmin monks would make a grand entrance and spout nonsense about "repentance, salvation, and rebirth into wealth."

Those lowly people who have been enslaved and brainwashed for decades or even centuries can happily deceive themselves for a lifetime.

This is Bharata.

Hanuman also admitted that of all the places he had traveled to, this nameless village outside Fangcun Mountain was the most beautiful.

But he also had to admit that if he looked further ahead, perhaps when the nameless village was destroyed, those high-caste nobles would still be enjoying their endless wealth and glory.

As for the few heroes and valiant men... Hanuman shook his head with a wry smile.

He had seen similar small countries that received "divinely bestowed heroes" before.

When Kama was teaching, he said, "People are not worried about scarcity, but about inequality."

Those small countries could have barely managed to survive in the chaos of war.

On the very day a hero was born, the king ordered that the entire nation should be mobilized to support him.

The other inhabitants of that small country, dressed in rags, wholeheartedly regarded the "heaven-sent hero" as their role model, believing that they could use him to join the great melee on the Ganges Plain and turn the "Sixteen Kingdoms" into the "seventeen kingdoms".

The result was predictable.

Even among those who conceived through intuition, there were differences between "divinely gifted heroes." The demigod hero from that small country had just stepped onto the battlefield when an arrow from an unknown source pierced his throat, and he was instantly trampled into a bloody pulp by the chaotic army; they couldn't even retrieve his body.

The "hero" is dead, but the country can never return to what it once was. This is because everyone has seen the hero's opulent appearance, adorned in gold and silver.

—So this is what it means to dedicate the entire nation's resources to one person's well-being!

It was amidst this chaos that Hanuman fled that small country.

He didn't witness the end, but the future of this small country is equally predictable.

Hanuman had already guessed that the little girl named "Sita" was most likely a "divinely appointed hero" reincarnated by the master's command.

But if Sita were just an ordinary "hero" who could not sweep away the chaos of the Sixteen Kingdoms in one fell swoop, it would have been better if he had never been born.

In Hanuman's eyes, even if Sita could lead the nameless village to develop into a powerful nation that could rival Ayodhya, it would still be a failure!

Because by then, the nameless village of happiness, harmony, and communal labor will no longer exist. In its place will be nothing more than a "vassal state" in name only.

After revealing his doubts, Hanuman closed his eyes and awaited the wrath of his patriarch.

"Your concerns are indeed valid, but they are misplaced."

"I never imagined turning the nameless village into a 'kingdom'," Hebe said.

A vast empire often means that corruption is imminent.

"Huh?" Hanuman was stunned. "Then... what about Sita?"

"Sita? She has her own kingdom to inherit," Hebe laughed. "As for the future of Nameless Village... haha, you can wait and see."

Is it a paradise or a utopia? That remains to be seen.

Hanuman's answer was not what Hebe wanted, but he provided a mirror from a different perspective.

He has proven that he is walking on the right path.

Therefore, Hebe was willing to take him as her disciple.

"Before I accept you as my disciple, I have a story to tell you." Hebe clapped his hands. "Kama, come out and listen too."